Lethal Delight

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[auratimoris-blog]

> You have been absolutely SULKING for the past few nights. You’re still pissed, but the raging inferno of your displeasure has simmered down to a slow burning gloom.

> Every time you catch your reflection you sneer and have to resist the urge to break the mirror. You haven’t yet gone out, but only made sure your hive and collection were repaired. There were pieces absolutely lost beyond any measure of saving and that makes you seethe.

> You haven’t yet decided what to do about your lost horn. You can’t fix it. You don’t think you can handle the shame of going out and being seen like this. The fact is you lost to a gutterblood of all things. You lost both mutants. Your hive and collection suffering no small amount of damage. Obscene!!

> The only thing to do to avoid the subject ever coming up is to hide it. But how? Well...

> You suppose you’ll just have to find a suitable replacement.

> And then you’ll work to make yourself stronger. You’ll humiliate that jade and utterly destroy him. That’ll fix everything.

[auratimoris-blog]

> When the jade and mutant left, your servants very cautiously and timidly came to see the aftermath of what happened. By then you were using every ounce of your will to pull yourself up onto your feet. No small task after the fight you just had.

> You survey the damage to your display parlor and a growl rumbles from you. When a servant hesitantly asks if you’re okay, you hiss at them. Of course you’re not okay!!

> You order them to see to cleaning up the mess. All you want them to bother trying to save are your collection pieces. Everything else can go and they can proceed to repairing the walls and floor.

> You glance to your tank and feel glad that this at least wasn’t damaged. You have a servant check on it and the state of your fish anyway just in case.

> On your own you stumble to where the broken shards of your horn fell. You stare at them and feel even more now the odd uneven weight of your head. It feels wrong and disorienting.

> You growl again, deep in your aching chest. That loathsome drinker robbed you of your horn and destroyed it. What are you to do about this now? You can’t even reclaim it like this, can you? What would be the point? It’s absolutely gone.

> Gone, but you won’t forget. Not this. You kneel down and manage to pick up as many pieces as you can find. You will deal with this yourself.

> You’re going to come back from this better than ever and you’re going to eviscerate that jade blood. 

> For now, you have to tend to your own injuries.

[serialsnarker]

> She gets her claws into your face and neck before you have time to move. You wanted to kill her, but the sound of her screech kind of brought reality back just long enough for a moment of clarity to blow away the fog in your mind.

> You leap away and growl angrily. You have to get Lil out of here before she gets back up. Taking her horn is a good enough win for now, you figure, and you splinter the fucking thing in your hands before taking off for the room Lil ran to when you arrived.

[auratimoris-blog]

> You scramble to get up as fast as you can, but with your body and pan screaming at you all at once, it’s a rather pathetic attempt. You do manage to see him destroy your severed horn.

> And that twists you up inside something awful. You can hardly get up after that thrashing, he’s taken and destroyed your horn as if it were worthless garbage, and he’s getting away.

> You pound your fist on stone rubble in anger and frustration before you just let yourself collapse. All you can do is make noises of absolute malcontent.

> Whatever. He can have the fucking shitty stupid mutant. You didn’t want it that bad anyway!!!!

[serialsnarker]

> Even if she does get her hands on any knives, you’re so beyond enraged you don’t even feel it.

> Your gauntlets fade and you grab her horns to bang her head against the floor, leaning down as a nasty growl rips through your teeth and a grin splits across your face so wide and sharp it looks like it might crack your head in half.

> The glow on your skin fades to a less blinding level as you straddle her chest and slide your tongue through the blood on her face. Your grip on her horns shifts as you hold her head down by one of them and swiftly snap the other clean in half.

[auratimoris-blog]

> Now, all of this was pretty bad on its own. Even getting licked in the face was gross and you’re pretty sure his gross tongue also smeared your paint. Not that it wasn’t already ruined by now.

> But what makes it truly terrible is his snapping your horn. You feel the pressure of it and shout until the snap.

> The first feeling outside of pain you have is shock. Your horn is snapped. Your horn. Is snapped. YOUR HORN IS SNAPPED. SNAPPED RIGHT OFF.

> The next feeling you have is denial. But no, your horn is clearly broken right there. He’s got half of it right there.

> Finally, and you don’t make it passed this stage any time soon, is renewed fervent rage. This GUTTERBLOOD broke your horn!! YOU’LL KILL HIM!!!

> An enraged screech rips out your throat and you lunge your hands for his face and neck to claw as much and as deeply as you can reach.

[serialsnarker]

> You throw another shot straight into her chest before you disappear again. The aura wavers and you feel like your heart might just break through your rib cage at this rate, but the fear just pushes you further, gets you angrier, and thoughts of Lil and Xanthe keep your mind on task.

> When you reappear, its to crash into her again and take her to the floor. Knives and their close proximity to your guts be damned, you need to end this before she gets a chance to recover.

[auratimoris-blog]

> The punch to your chest knocks the air out of you and you cough hard, doubling over to wheeze and try to breathe. You don’t get a chance to catch your breath before he crashes into you again and your back hits the floor.

> Unable to breathe, you can’t focus at all and your aura drops entirely. The most you can do is try to reach for the daggers sticking into him and push them in deeper or twist them around. Which is hard enough when you’re dizzy from lack of air and the splitting pan ache you’ve got.

[serialsnarker]

> While the aura is down, you shake some sense back into yourself and jump to your feet. This time you’re ready for it when it comes back. It still drops onto you full force, but there’s blood in your eyes and in your teeth and you’re officially done fucking around.

> You take three of those blades full-on like they aren’t even shit. The other three you duck around as you harden the space around your arms. It shimmers faintly as you ball your fists tightly, and the shimmering turns into solid white gauntlets around both hands.

> You blink out of sight and behind her, throwing a punch at the back of her head. Playing fair stopped being an option the second she started using her freaky clown magic on you.

[auratimoris-blog]

> You would be more interested in the whole forming gauntlets out of apparently nothing business, but you’re too incensed to notice. Though a couple of your thrown blades hit, they clearly don’t do much and he easily dodges your bladed punches.

> Before you know it, you’re struck in the back of the head. It very nearly knocks you out and completely disorients you. Your vision shakes and you stagger before you find your feet again. You drop your knives to hold your head and try to look for him before he disappears again despite the growing ache in your skull. The strike and subsequent pain make it difficult to maintain your aura at this strength.

> But you’ll push on regardless. Again you try to chain him, this time on all his limbs. You try this despite your wavering focus.

[serialsnarker]

> You dig in your heels and anchor them to the spot with polarized force. Her brief lapse of control over you was just long enough to let you recover slightly, and though your hands were aching, she had another thing coming if she thought that iron skull of yours was going to give any time soon.

> There’s blood pouring down your face, and the mix of things you’re feeling has you laughing with her, and if you had sounded any less off your fucking rocker you’d be holed up in a loony block instead of fighting this nutcase.

> The debris from the hole she’d made in the wall earlier rattled against the floor before it lifted, surrounded by a pale green glow. You hardened it and crushed the pieces together into a large, solid block before sending it flying directly toward her and yourself. At the very last second, you broke away from her and hit the floor to dodge the huge stone mass.

[auratimoris-blog]

> Apparently his motherfucking best can do better with use of a giant stone chunk. Which you don’t notice behind you until it’s too late. That is the moment you’re about disoriented from him suddenly disengaging you and said stone mass has smacked into you and has then crushed you into and halfway through another stone wall. Which happened to be displaying a lot of your nice creature skeletons which are now all broken.

> For a minute it looks like you’re down for the count. Except you manage to haul yourself up and push debris away as you get to your feet. That definitely stung. There may be fractures and breaks here and there, but you can’t pay them any mind. Not when you look at the devastation done to your collection.

> The dark orange of your eyes deepens further to a full on red. While your aura had been down due to you being knocked into another wall, it was now back with double the effort of before.

> You immediately pull knives from your modus, a blade gripped between each finger, and throw them with precision at the jade blood. Directly after you send the knives flying you pull another set of them from your modus and keep them gripped in your hands with every intent to punch stabs right into him.

[serialsnarker]

> You should be able to counter it with your own – just as a drinker you can stand up to the strength of a highblood, but your aspect powers should have made this a cake walk.

> You start to feel the bones in your hands splintering under her strength and shackles binding your wrists and neck and you feel lightheaded or maybe like your heart is about to explode, so you do what you always do in tense situations.

> You make an impulse decision.

> You grip her hands as tight as the fresh damage will allow and pull your head back, then SLAM IT RIGHT INTO HERS, FULL FORCE.

[auratimoris-blog]

> You’re laughing and feeling pretty good about where you stand in this fight. You relish in the cracking of his bones, the pulse pounding in your aural canals, his wonderful panic.

> And then he rams his hard as hell head into yours. And for a brief moment you almost give. Your vision goes black and lights up with sparks. Your fingers start to loosen. Until you start to press back, hands gripping ever tighter and purple blood leaking down your face where flesh busted open from impact. You grin and laugh loudly, pushing your forehead back against his with all the force you’ve got.

> You grind your head into his and wish now that you could cut his pretty face with the points of  your horns. Oh well. At least they were bigger than his tiny useless nubs.

“IS THIS YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BEST???”

[serialsnarker]

> You twist around to swing your chainsaw again, but feel a weight pulling your arms back that definitely wasn’t there before. You look down and a hazy image of cuffs swims into your vision. They’re nearly transparent, but the cold metal feels vividly real.

“Fuck–”

> It’s not real. None of it is real. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head.

“Get the fuck out of my head!!”

> You lunge at her again, this time discarding your weapon to come at her with your claws.

[auratimoris-blog]

> You laugh and make to catch his claws in your own, to grasp his hands tightly and attempt to crush them.

“But why??”

> You grin widens as you make to form new chains for all the ones he shakes off.

“Wild animals must be caged!”

> Now if only you could manage to get your lasso around his neck. You’ll have to wait for a better chance.

[serialsnarker]

> Unease quickly turned into panic at the feeling of a heavy steel collar around your neck. Your hands fly to your throat and your claws scrape at your skin as you stumble and run. Your grand entrance wouldn’t mean shit if she put you down this quickly.

> You teleport again and try to ignore the weight around your neck as you drop your chainsaw into your hands and pull the rip cord. It roars to life and its hooked teeth start to spin around the blade.

> The yellow glow of your eyes is almost lost in the light coming off your skin. Fear and adrenaline and rage have you glowing like the world’s most bloodthirsty light-emitting diode.

> You spring away from where you stand and swing your chainsaw for her torso like its weightless, a deep growl tapers off into an angry shout as you throw your weight behind the blade. The aura of fear and rage may be influencing you, but you can’t let it distract you.

[auratimoris-blog]

> You feel his panic and grin. It looks like you hit the right nerve.

> But it’s not enough. He skirts away from you and you have to stop and wait for him to reappear. When he does you hear the sound of his chainsaw before you see him. WOW.

> You hadn’t yet before seen a rainbow drinker. Part of you feels intense glee at the chance. How nice it would be to catch him and make him yours, you think.

> But maybe you shouldn’t be thinking about that right now since he’s trying to kill you. You just manage to dodge a direct hit from the spinning blades. They do graze through your clothes and nick the skin, tearing it in a messy fashion. But that won’t be enough to put you down.

> You try to pull at his fears again and see if you can’t slow him down. Why not cuffs to chain him to the floor? You think you’ll try that.

[serialsnarker]

> She digs her claws into your arm and your growl is clipped by a chuckle. You’re about to crush her with gravity before the pressure in the room drops.

> The aura hits you hard. You feel it track up your spine, up your neck. The pressure squeezes the breath out of you and your influence on the space around you and your new opponent falters slightly as you fight the compulsion to claw your eyes out.

> You teleport away from her in a cloud of green particles and reappear several feet away, shaking blood off of your arm.

[auratimoris-blog]

> He gets away from you before you can do anything else. A shame, you had wanted to rip that arm off of him.At least you got to feel his slightly warmer blood on your claws. You regain your footing and spit out a bit of purple blood. Apparently that punch cut the inside of your mouth on your teeth.

> But he’s faltered and not gone far. Within your aura you can take the chance to pick into his pan and find something to use against him. You grin as you find something.

“Poor little cavern dweller. Poor little slave.”

> You giggle and look to him, all wide eyed and manic. You weave the sensation of a heavy weighted collar around his neck.

“Put you in your motherfucking place I will!”

> Without further dramatics you grab for your lasso out of your modus and lunge for him. If you can catch and tie him in your lasso you may gain the upper hand on him.

[roseredmutant]

> You’re released just in time for you to see Karkat in all his fury lunge out of space itself to strike down the troll who had hurt your spade.

> You take a brief moment to appreciate the pain on her face before you turn to run out of the room. A though strikes you to take something of hers. Perhaps you can find something small that she likes and break it?

> No, Lil, behave. You settle for peaking around the corner.

“Watch out! She’s got chuckle voodoos!”

[serialsnarker]

> You don’t bother summoning your chainsaw. This is way too personal.

> You do heed Lil’s warning though. You’re not sure how well your broken think pan could stack up against voodoos, but worrying about it will only distract you, so you focus instead on utterly annihilating her shit.

> She gets herself out of the wall and you employ a little space fuckery to pull her toward you, and a little more to make your suckerpunch into her jaw feel a bit more like a fucking missile strike.

> You’re in your element here, fighting highbloods. Space warps around you both as you turn the entire room into your playing field. She may have voodoos, but she doesn’t stand a chance in hell.

[auratimoris-blog]

> You sneer at the little mutant’s shout. Oh look! It’s running away and helping your intruder! Fucking typical. Once you deal with this nuisance you’ll break that little one even more than you did the first.

> Except there’s no time to think about that. You’re flung forward into a waiting fist and new pain surges through your face. Instinctively you grab for his arm with full intent to dig your sharp claws as deep into the meat of it as you can.

> And speaking of voodoos, you don’t bother checking right now for this one’s specific fears. Rather, you extend your aura to fill up and saturate the room to radiate your rage and try to suffocate them with it. A skin crawling, itching, biting sensation to claw at their skulls. Do you know how effective it will be on this fresh fuck who apparently has super powers? Not yet. You’ll know soon enough.

[roseredmutant]

> The other presence in your mind is sudden and intrusive. You can’t really push them out and you scowl as she shifts through your mind. Beforus, a you that wasn’t you, people who weren’t the people you knew them to be. Blood. Lots of blood. Lots of rainbow colored blood, but mostly bright, saturated red blood.

> You tense and hiss pathetically. It’s all you can do to try and redirect her intrusions to other thoughts. The cracks of whips. The heavy jingle of chains.

> You finally settle on the memory of the most painful slap you’d ever gotten before a familiar jade flashes in your mind.

[serialsnarker]

> That familiar jade, almost as if summoned directly from memory, appears as a portal stretches the open space in the room. You shoot through it like a bullet in a flash of green particles, glowing like the sun and launching at almost terminal velocity into the highblood holding Lil captive.

> The snarl that comes out of you is just a shade off completely mad feral. You hitting this sociopath like a train will honestly be the least of her worries at this point.

[auratimoris-blog]

> A whole lot of what you’re seeing can be fit squarely in a What The Fuck box, but given how you’ve found out about timelines already you dismiss the oddity of it. You could just laugh at the mutant’s blood phobia, though. How quaint and funny.

> The humor is all gone though when the force of that memory recoils into you. It’s startling and unexpected. What’s more startling and unexpected is the vision of a jade blood becoming reality and knocking you right the hell back and away from your mutant.

> You’re struck with a force so strong you fly right into the stone wall behind you and get embedded in rock. The wind is knocked out of you and you can feel pain blooming over you. You cough and make to regain your breath before pulling yourself out of the wall.

> You manage to take a deep breath and exhale slowly. It makes a hissing sound and you look up, the yellow of your eyes tinting towards a deeper orange.

“Motherfucker what got no manners, I see.”

[roseredmutant]

> You shake your head. Scared, yes. Sad? No. This was for Xanthe, after all.

> The cuffs and collar you allow her to place on you, and you briefly remember the same one you’d worn for Sed. Damn. Way to ruin what was once a good thing.

[auratimoris-blog]

> It’ll just get worse from here on out. Perhaps the mutant wasn’t sad, but you could sense its fear. And... was that a sense of rebellion? You’ll be sure to squash that. You smile and ruffle its hair.

“Good! Well, much to do isn’t there? We best get started.”

> And by that you mean poke around in his head for what makes him scream and cry. You don’t care for subtlety or finesse now.You don’t want to waste anymore time having your own obedient mutant.

[hereticalsym69ls]

> You hear it clearly in your mind. You are safe with Tyfora. Yes, that sounds right. Of course it is. You accept it as fact and walk as you are bidden to.

> As you pass Lil, you manage to hear him. Yet you don’t stop walking. When you reach Tyfora, your hand automatically takes her offered one. In that moment the fog lifts and you can see and hear clearly on your own. You blink a moment. When did you get here?

> Turning your head you see Lil standing with your keeper… no, your former keeper. Tyfora is now your keeper. Your brow furrows in confusion. A raspy whisper escapes you.

“Lil…?”

[sugaryexcess]

“)(ey, s)()(, I’ll explain in a second.”

>You don’t let him respond, you spirit the two of you back to your ship. He’s safe, he’s safe, he’s safe.

>You’ll explain what went down and assess the damage, but in a different thread, because this one is a monster.

[roseredmutant]

> You turn to face Xanthe, but him and Sugary are gone before you could say anything more.

> It hurts… but he’s safe.

> Then you turn back to the purple blood, head bowed and quiet. You’re behaving now, but if there’s nothing else you’ve learned to do, it’s quiet disobedience. Either she’d get sick of you or she’d simply endure the headaches you’d give her.

> At least… that’s the plan.

[auratimoris-blog]

> And now it’s just the two of you. You and your new mutant. You smile and remove your hand from its shoulder. Just so that you can retrieve a fresh set of cuffs and collar in its size. You don’t waste time in putting them on it.

“Are you sad, precious?”

[sugaryexcess]

>Gods, if only you could stop being a dumbass over this stupid mutant. As it is, it looks like your awful feelings are here to stay.

“Yes, you’re safe wit)( me. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

>You extend a hand to the mut- to Xanthe, goddammit. When he reaches you, you’ll be out of here.

“Tank you, Sreyka! Again, lovely of you to be so cooperative.”

>You both knew you were being unreasonable and overly sentimental, but it’s good that she went along with it.

[roseredmutant]

> Everyone is a dumbass over that mutant. Including the other mutant.

> You mutter the last few words of affection you’ll get to tell him as he passes, and you walk forward to the tall purple blooded troll. Your eyes stay low as you ponder what she’ll do with you next.

> The anxiety strikes again as your mind wonders. All you can do is hope for the best.

[auratimoris-blog]

> As soon as your new mutant comes to you, you smile and put your hand on his shoulder. You hold him with a firm grip to keep him from running.

“Oh I know. Hoping you enjoy your new pet!”

> You give Tyfora a little wave of your fingers with your free hand.

[hereticalsym69ls]

> As soon as you are ordered to leave the tank, you swim for the short ladder just at the far back of the tank. It doesn’t take you very long to climb out and have help drying off. Once dry enough you redress properly and return to your keeper’s side.

> From there you see Tyfora has come back. And with her is… Lil? Why?

> You grab for your keeper’s arm, staying close to her. You don’t understand. Why are they here? Were you really being traded?

> You try to plead to your keeper not to send you away, as quiet and raspy as your voice has become. It still hurts to speak at a normal volume.

> But you are silenced as before. The purple and pink shine of your eyes takes over and you relax.

[sugaryexcess]

>You can see Xanthe’s distress, before it’s covered by ‘voodoo.

“)(ey )(ey, sweet)(eart, it’s okay. You’re fin…”

>You don’t know how deep under he is. Can he hear you, understand you?

>Nudge Lil towards Sreyka.

“C’mon, let’s )(urry it up.”

[roseredmutant]

> Shoulders tensing, you watch as he comes out and takes the purple blood’s arm. Already your anxiety is being replaced with well contained anger. Your eyes steady a little, wide pupils shrinking as you see the forced bond between them.

> You’ve never wanted to snatch someone away so badly. Why would he choose to be with her when you were right there? Was your presence suddenly not enough?

> You lose focus and walk forward, dull teeth digging into your lip before you stop at the halfway point. Sure, she could force you to complete the short walk, but you want to make sure she actually intends to send Xanthe to Sugary at all.

[auratimoris-blog]

> You hum a little and toy with your mutant’s hair a bit while it’s still yours. You are stalling, it’s true. You don’t want to give this one up after all your hard work... It isn’t even done yet! It isn’t exactly how you wanted. But you suppose there’s nothing for it. You consider taking both the mutants for yourself... But think better of it. You’re in no mood to fight Tyfora. Salting her would be easy, but she could just as easily get away and come for you again. Best to pick your battles.

> Besides. Maybe after this she’ll come around and stop being such a dumbass over a stupid mutant.

> You sigh and turn your mutant to face Tyfora.

“See, precious? Safe you are with her. Remember it.”

> There’s a bare whisper of a “yes” from it in response. You look to Tyfora.

“Tell it you will keep it safe. Is necessary to be heard.”

> All part of the magic, as it were. As soon as Tyfora complies and you know the words have taken hold in the mutant’s mind, you take out your small key to unlock and remove the collar and cuffs. Once they are tucked away, you give the mutant, now Tyfora’s mutant, a nudge and send it towards her.